NationStates Jolt Archive

The Daviestanian delegation drove up to the building. Cynwulf stepped out of the car, flanked by Paladin bodyguards in ceremonial battle armour, and entered the negotiation centre. This would prove a complicated debate, he thought.

OOC: For Beelzibub read Daviestan

IC: Greeting the Shadostanian officials at the door, Cynwulf and his dozen aides swept over to their place. Opening a case, the Senior Epistolary accompanying him produced three items; first, a smudged flat tele-screen linking directly to Aelwulf Godwinson's State Office, second, a plain black recording device and rather battered laptop to keep notes on the talks, and finally a beautifully worked cruciformed sword, its blade a smooth, deep-silver steel colour and its hilt worked with swirling patterns of dark and white gold. The Shadostanian officials startd forwards in concern, as if to demand the removal of what was, after all, a beautifully balanced weapon of war, but Cynwulf raised his hand in refusal.

"This is the official symbol of our Order, and without it I have no authority to negotiate."

So saying he removed the sapphire from the hilt, revealing the pommel as a ring-seal. Taking a document of presidential authority from an aide, we melted wax on the bottom of the paper and stamped the sapphire into the cooling liquid. "There," he said, cleaning the wax out of the design on the gem and reattatching it to the hilt, "My power is now official. Let the other delegates arrive, and we will begin this discussion.

He placed the sword lengthways across his desk, and sat down.

The Imperial ambassador entered alsmost unseen behind six black-suited buisness men plus armed guards, dressed in shiny black armour.
Each businessman represented part of the Empire's consumer sector: BlortBurger, BlortSoft, BlortBucks, Blort (tm), Blort-Stretcher and the Blort-Slave-Labour-Corps. They take theri places silently whislt the security peer around threatenly at everyone in the room.

The grey uniformed troops of the Grand Imperial Conglomerate of Vivalutsk formed up in two parralel lines to clear a path for the Dictator, Lord Charles Stefano, who decided to come in person to the peace talks. Where ever the Dictator went, it was traditional for a guard of honour to be formed before his arrival, and as the troops snapped to attention with pinpoint precision, he saluted the assembled ambassadors and heads of state.

Lord Charles was directed to his box, along with the consortium of generals and officials, as more diplomats entered the great hall.

A short while later the DGNT Negotiation Official sweeps in, flanked by his own guards and a small floating view screen.
"I am here as a representative of Dontgonearthere and its colonies. Our current involvment in the crises is purely extra-atmosphere, but we feel that our presence may be warranted at a later date." He removed his rough cloak, and not finding a coatrack hung it on the back of a chair, which he sat in. "Mostly we can offer reconstruction aid, defence systems, and just about anything you may require. However, if the situation proves...unstable...military action may be taken."
He reached to his beltline and drew out what appeared to be a six inch long cylender of some sort of metal, and laid in on the table.

The Empresses plane lands. Soon a small escort of 12 men carrying Nizoma(sp?) assualt rifles. They wear all read, and all that is visable in their faces is their mouth and chins. They move carefully to a convoy of vehicles. The Empress enters one with 2 other soldiers and the others get in other vehicles.

They arrive at the building and exit the cars. The Empress moves up to the doors. Her white dress and diamond earings sway with her graceful steps. Her sweet voice comes out with command.

"I am Empress Dominque of Telliria. Please allow me entrance!"

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OOC: Soz, just got back from holiday...any sign of Shado, our host, yet?

IC: Seeing no reaction from the chairing Shadostanian delegate, Cynwulf rose to his feet.

"Well, Empress of Telleria. I regret that Aelwulf Godwinson, Primus inter Pares of Daviestan, leader of the allied Democratic and Saxon Traditionalist factions, de jure democratically elected Ruler of Daviestan, its people, government and armed forces, couldn't be here in person. However, I assure you I have full powers from him to negotiate. With no further need for preamble, what are your demands?"